Stalking Me; It Is Not!

I dared to do it and I risked it all. I delved into the unclean and fished for the plug. I couldn't find it so I got out and ran around screaming like a loon "My sooner the gated branch can't pee!" Yes. I stepped outside and I tried to pick up a coin lying there, stretched out skankily...sunbaking... on the road. That disgusting thing had the nerve to cling to it's newfound home like sentimental value had been placed there (mistakenly, obviously). Believing the road of filthy, dirt ingesting germs was it's mother from which it birthed. But my nibble, twig-like fingers were unable to pick it up and too much time, effort and exposure took no shortcuts or buttered jam straight to the brain. It caused slight insanity...just a 24 hour bug, so there is no overproportionate problems to stalk me like I was something special.